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As a cold, cutting winter breeze, God pulls you away from me
All that remains are my tears on a picture of you, when you smile
Dear mother, why did you leave me?
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As a cold, cutting winter breeze, God pulls you away from me
All that remains are my tears on a picture of you, when you smile
Dear mother, why did you leave me?
Er zijn nog geen reacties.